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DEBRIS

Stephen Rodefer

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PLANE DEBRIS

Stephen Rodefer

Printed at TIJUMBA PRESS as TIJUMBA 36 November 1981

copyright© 1981 by Stephen Rodefer

Other books by Stephen Rodefer include:

THE KNIFE, Island Press, 1965

ONE OR TWO LOVE POEMS FROM THE WHITE WORLD, Duende, 1976

VILLON, by Jean Callais, Pick Pocket Series, 1976

THE BELL CLERK'S TEARS KEEP FLOWING, The Figures, 1978

ISSN 0146 - 2083

PLANE DEBRIS

My mind to me mangles iron. An error is mirror to che truth than any statement claiming to be true. I saw a tree and the idea arose from memory that it was a mango tree. The past is made of brain cells. We wouldn't have time if we didn't think about it. Thought creates matter

that nature didn't chink co. How incredibly perceptive that women have decided co paint themselves in every age. Measurement

means distance, and is policical. They fight fire for instance, but though they burn they do not fight themselves. One of the Bauhaus lovelies on the staff of WET can do the awesome graphic. My name will be Money,

but you can call me Change. Antiphilus, Antipater, do not let the prick chink. Her Harry thinks she is too much.

I am exactly as old as you ART. Wonder in and spy the pond.

Truth is, most state of the art is actually edge of the park. Out one ear and in the other. Hearing lists on an off day. Woods wave leaves.

The town signs. Here the papyrus begins to tatter. The rest is loss.

Still be kind and eke out the performance with your mind. U you have co cough, cough. You chink you know cvecything, but you only know half of it. You must reveal your self, youc time, and the structural development of art up till now. Let us match our racquets to their balls. Upon a filet

balance a model to propose a spread. Just the right hint of everything, pushed through a sieve. The logic of any gross natural array. We live in bags, presented and ready to be taxed, feeling the necessity of blocking the choreography behind any massive confusion. The imagination wells- first one tip, spin off, then sea misc, drifting and swell, spindrift . The repetitive struccuces of the intellect at attention. Spit shined rhyme. Saluted rhetoric.

By now you look ready co stick your thumb in a dyke and become a heroine. Spread your TEETH and lift your nostrils up, flying with your bike in your arms. National guardsmen are throwing up a ll over; and so we enter the blow-torch world.

Like history, a man is a lesson. As soon as you learn it, no need for class. This doesn't mean that you leave the world that imagines chem. Dying with the tide turning, bustle courage up.

Trade fame for sustenance and safety, to be halted in a familiar path,

guarded by babies and old women. Derivation and other particulars, affably used . The nose as wee as a pen, cold as stone.

Still crying out for company and the sack. It is the same for us all,

so God bless you. The lesson in ENGLISH is really a lesson in French. Let me entreat your succor. If you are dead, I'll slumber.

If there is breach, I'll mark the glass . The dull ear is dumber than night. Uthe enemy is an ass, speak lower. I love the lovely bully.

We know enough if we know we are subjects. Everything waits for you, for which I am grateful. And confusion is mineral. Achieve me and you can sell me bones . Base weed-

my horse is my mistress and gives me a bad back, at the tip of the pouring dark.

You sec how queer it is. You sec one big dipper. You sec them all. On Thursday we have all the best acts from Wednesday. Take off chem schoolboy glasses. I must be surrounded by great art, or thrive. I'll be the one in the c-cup by the door. Break my mind co me in broken English. It contents me. If you want to be a woman, or a man, be sure and always keep a can of evaporated funk on hand. In little rooms the tongues of people light. Mock me intelligently if you know the half of it. I cannot tell what is like me. After all, I speak your tongue and you mine. Nice customs. Great curtsy. Besotted traveller . ... if I might BUFFET for a moment, does peace nurse arts? Put it in writing and send me a copy. A shale, pale English shore, more sure than France. I expose myself to language. It makes a goal. I am open mouthed . It arrests me. The crowd roars . They long to eat English ·

The sign at school said "Get Smart With Me." The bugle by a dead corporal. The gag order. Autumn in diapers . The dew on the asleep wino's beard. A map of the clouds for John Cage.

Up parasol! Devil de ville and hold the host. Dimly imagine me sunny, and I appear, trailing oompapas for your juvenescence. There is no other tourniquet. A popinjay is better than a teaser. Type own power. Beautiful TAWNY crystals of vouchsafe night. An eskimo in shades. A meerschaum for this scenery. An aborigine with a Camel. He is on to her. He puts her on. She could care less. Translate saxophone sex. I'm not sorry I saw that, but I am I thought about it. Well met hiccup. A lakelet by a foothill. Dial A Phone. 9n.

Outside chance. It was in short the servant of Venus. She wanted co fuck him in chc phaeton, but he said nothing of the kind.

His methadone had no technique, but nevertheless it did the trick. Ou a stick on my grave put a life jacket, or Joe's, or some asbestos gloves, against the storm to come. Make spirits rise. Bells on bobtail ring. Art Pepper's ventral hernia is strapped up so he can play. I'd kick you, if I didn't think you'd enjoy it. Frau Crocodile happens to be the air-raid warden.

And I'm not made of SOAP. I love my wife, but I need all of her. Iodine n.9 accumulating in the thyroid. When you're dreaming lucky baby, you wake up cold in haud. Life in this family is one

subpoena after another. The annoyance of another speed bump. Has the chamber been laid in this week. Oral jelly.

A gondolier or a matador, I don't care which. Just make sure, laughing. Do not dive under the boat or sail. Get up before dawn and want park. The only place you can still hear Mass in Latin is Peking. So listen we could use some sheets out here in the mountains .

In other scandals about Washingcon Mr. Bush says he is clean clean clean.

Now that James Wright is dead, I have to keep the BELLAIRE·MARTINS FERRY axis alive. If ic ·s not any good, I don't want to find out till later.

Don't you ever cake walk into town, or will you be agreeable

to bl~nketing the globe with phones? Venom reduces quality.

Certainly. She was living proof chat a woman could be both sharp and a cookie. Hitch up the PEONIES. Felons and thugs don't fall from trees.

They make cools of them, aod live there. They spit on the burgers below.

Let them eat phlegm. The grooves are in the metal mother and this is the best way co reissue. It's logical that as property goes sky high,

cars should get closer to the ground. The FBI seizes Iran's de Koonings. The fat Burns guard is reading FATE on the 14 Mission. The Poncho Villa

Oil C~mpan:. SKY RAINS PLANE DEBRIS. If I am to be killed by a piece of falling w10g, or drenched in jettison, I'm game. Who could skip towo? I can't move to the country or settle down. I oeed the material.

The only accurate way to view the people is on the bus. Nice co go to work and get off, on the corner.

A figure of speech took the writing down, careful not co tear the tissue . In love it could be anyone. It could be anyone, in love. Earthquake glass with instant replay. Aubade. Aubade. Brotherhood of the sea. The magazine language

of the magazine L=A=N=G=U=A =G=E. Input for the haiktt movement. No restrictions, but only quality work. No sex, violence, or far out poems. It is a formal argument, far from the tactics I mean currently to employ. In a way not useful to either of us . Note this kid. In a dither or on a dime writing writing. Jogs, cotillions, reels, and breakdowns. Carefree is the official tampon of the U.S. Olympic team. I heard that.

Can you believe the Jehovah Witness came behind my house to find me? It's not all that religious co be a woman. The alternatively lyrical and agitated character of the piece. I'm Stephen . Matthew. David . You name it. We goc it.

Fachi avec ta tune. Lectures. Recitals. The popularity of the work is undoubtedly due co its romantic cone and ap!J<aling themes, rather than the level of skill evidenced in che construction, which is academic, lacking the remarkable concision and mastery of form typical of his earlier work. Have Larry play a sow. Bob can read a poem. Bue, of course. A little art can solve a lot of problems and usually does. Gee, do you think that's what Mayakovsky meanc by a cloud in trousers? Imagine the most exciting fly cruise of the century and then go ahead and buy it. The name is a night on bold eavesdrop. An artist chooses within the objective world according to his own subject, and is free to bend, break, or alter any line that passes before his eye. There is a tension chat exists between depth and surface, which is expressive. Torture the canvas until it gives up; you taught me to wash my SPONGES.

Now we're with all, Diamanda comes out of the piano onto eagec emotional turf. So it's time to blow the gucteral and aggravate che menacing again .

Is and when he comes to the door to get some more cologne he is just like a pane of glass Frank O'Hara's longest line? At any rate, a very palpable hat has at you. Let's go see, what this is all about, our sometime listener, now our scene. P1ycho was cuckoo, but did anyone blame Alfred Hitchcock? Why didn't they picket all those films butchering womanhood? It 's chauvinist conscience and bears the relation to political protest that cruising does co longing. You know people are looking for a vehicle. You know TV is the inherently lousy medium. Ira Gershwin"s lyric for I Can't Believe My Eyu. A person who has lost contact with the purpose of their act. The pain's to blame. There seem to be rules demanding that women sacrifice themselves, when they are the core of the M-19 movement, and stand by ARMED and amorous. Build a wall around the self and don't go in. On Sundays, happy on the bus and at the flea market, spend a little.

At least one of us was supposed to be a doctor, or marry one. Something happened. Jealousy is not the fear of losing, but of dividing. An imperialist passion.

The first ~ight his dinghy made port Dr. Demento was speaking of recreational community nudity. He ate the loaf of bread, after school. The way they often treat each other over men has never inspired my admiration. Aztec beefcake. Joy Luck. Some trees. As it were, worried. Look at Hope still k ' · h b k . ra tng tn t e uc s, when he could be shovell10g the snow. The dopey effect of the third person. Mallarme's alarm.

Verlaine:s re~olver. It would be good both going and boing boing. Nobody s go10<> to be f m . • <> a ous anymore, except the 10famous. Great but unspoke. Wtth these here duly assembled there are resemblances Splendidly bogus t · · Ch · . · . ra101ng. air repair . Van modification. It was 10 the book k . , so to spea . Lists keep track. Bite chance. One way to write one · b · . way ts to su sutute a period for every comma. Many of the ROWS . are exact retrogrades of earlier rows bright an_d hot and mean and gigantically tiny. ' People w:ll talk . People will say we"re in love.

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Rewrite the last chapter of November, for it is too dim witted and autumnal. I remember well the well where was the water. Black Mountain Springs. No way to saw saw dust, but with a brush . In Flagstaff on tremendous Saturday, pears are served. Stop thinking at the first ellipsis. Everlasting red in the names of mountains. In the last of the great stations, the sterilizer in the john. As long as the family can stand it. You kids, are the numbers getting smaller or bigger? If you don't shut up, I'll turn the light off. It was a random trip. Nothing was biting. A bit was tandem. The UNIVERSE is swallowing us. We're in the observation car. The train is following. We're far away. I see the ocean. It's waving. This is our train. The surf is facing up. They're making a house. Still, the engine comes. They own the lobby. But they can't pick up the tab. We've got the writing.

He put his lingers in her coffee and so became a galley slave. Think how many countless plants die a day. Think of the sea as the place where the land is inflated from. The mirror is made and then will fade. As from the bag we ete. This is where I get off. Give me life or give me a transfer, tonight. What you must confuse in your career is direct onslaught and continual retirement. Scotch, the harried vote. How think anything else of a person who laughs alot? The transcendental mental patient, with train tracks at the mouth. Selected because we heard from passengers. The insufficient illusion of being present, tense. Hence, oblique sentences to teach the deaf. A valet of poetry of only palpable intent. Who cut the lines with a razor. Ma milk can kill you. Trying to establish hisself as a individual. Omit to cat at tea time. No cheese in the hilt. Turkey for the hostages.

Thinking makes it. You ask so? But you are wrong.

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From the benches of a rurned cloud somebody's bosom says go. Sunup, sunset, nothing other. Yet in the night, all over again. The bone is back. The period ended. The lower jaw leaves first. The only thing comparable to words is flesh. It emits them, surrounds them, and into your head you pour the spirits, turning grey. Regretting getting older mistakes the soul of the thing. Hit me, darling. I'd rather be taken in a fit of hiccups. Acres of scallions above the fruit. We think of Ladysmith in the snow. Morris' CODE. A mandate without stickum. A soldier without a WAC.

Ouch. I think I'll put that in the Mobile Home News. Weave not, wanton. The green horn running the red light goes to traffic school at night. This is the modern auto. There is the turf, obtuse and scalene. Give my regards to the mess. It's cake complicated, don't you drink? Oh fuck off, drip.

Why don't you dig a hole in your back yard and stick some wheat in it.

Who could know the kielbasa did not extend to the end of the bun? His sentence came and got him. He ate it. It was in the bag. Reeling through each other's hedges, seeking a runner on a split trip. Stetson mounts substitute for daughter. Daily toils. Ersatz doilies. Abalone salad at the station. Dallas in Alabama. Paper money only as good as the latest reigning ERROR. A sweathog with shaved underarms. The baby's snot is "caked" on its face. Running down, its yellow rheum. E~erything is up to date in Kansas City. How stressed is your tale? Either way one of the gay sisters. Note this. In a scale of one to ten he _was a cat with no life left. But her bed dictated apartheid. Dr10ks alcohol Courts · D f . · sentenc10g. e t 1n the hallway and daft on the porch. Now, would killer wolves aid Alaska moose more? Old Tolstoy's yellow weather. The maintains its prow J'k J l' . ess, 1 e o 1et, as 1t wore a complete sentence. And ore keeps getting aw f . , ay rom you, so you exercise the abandoned mind. I don t know otherwise h Id . . w Y you wou want to get down, 10 an armored chair.

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A beaver with a hardon. Think Print. The mind's flaccid pitcher. Ink Friendship. The salvos of P.E.N. members. Promise us you won't be promiscuous, semi-gloss demimonde. Her knees smiled up at me under their a ... HEM.

Punctuation is only mortal. Okay to exclaim a few times before expiring. Love to fuck in t-shirts. Jack the Ripper's veil of tears. One t loves another. Serial acid. Weed made his paranoia paranoid. What I need is a benny. Genteel mothballs. New shingles for the academy cottage. Spinach in a white sauce. Onion tears on's cheek. On the other HAND

he's not going to hurt anyone, though he does own a pea shooter. They're both potheads from number go. Rigor morris bars barrettes. Not this kid. The truth is no excuse for slander. Lice in her blouse. A clasp or bar for holding a woman's hair in place. It was all up in the air. Too scared to come. Frightened of leaving. A couple of good lines about what she's been doing as a PROOF reader. Meanwhile, back on earth, the bookstore owner, friend of poetry and of libraries.

So lying forward weekly on the handrail, I had to own sometimes 1 could see nothing but lilacs and endless rock. Bless those who croak for Croatian Independence. I'm going out riding on the ocean. Without war there would never be draft. This was a hard blow to swallow, but it kept the ship AIRBORN, and besides the fucker was strong. That cat embarking up the wrong tree. A yoyo situation but still a horse race. Pomulus tremuloides, shaking as pens. Penny's lulu birdland out of town. The hitch. The turd will disappear, the tissue will not. Oars. Ours. Hutch. Sobek. Leave not a match behind. And I'll not ask for chapstick. These were the notations from tableland. Did you give her the incentive yet? We just aren't interested in another human interest story, so get up there in front of that BACKDROP.

This is the age in which you set yourself the task of learning to rebuild the car you feel the necessity not to drive. A kitchen is fluff. A blanket is frosting. And so, the night is over again.

There's a new dyke in town. The ring the bride wears in the tub co avoid being nothing more than just another person who loves it. A hopeless parody of shit. That brother over there wearin' a nice pair. Pina colada hatred. A scabbies spot. Bankrupt Liquors. Able neither co hold on nor to let go. All other fish SOURCES inaccessible, till somebody slays what was coming along just anyway. One SATURATION job (it might take how long?) and you're in forever. A, in fact, it's gas. The goal. A hunk with a horn. As he throws his wrap on the floor, loaded, William Carlos Williams like his great predecessor Whitman includes all human qualities with the exception of one, and that is nastineu; and by virtue of its almost coca! absence in their work there follows an actual fault therein preseoc: too much enthusiasm. Sometimes frank, but it's amusing. "Tall buildings." "Small change." Thy will be done. Easter is good co travellers, so there. Blah, blah, blah. The spine is sewn . The most expensive part of any new construction is the plumbing.

We portage anyway. ( Canoes.) The only toilet paper is your own. We're the 84 Rooms. You can't afford it. You can't offend it. The city ablaze with combinations of the L shaped world.

It's the same thing every day. No program but a skiagraph: a SKOGRAM· Beyond the lines of the here, co, for. Liszt kept crack. The queer swallows come to ~aptstrano a~d back. I'll say. You sent me. Pigpen. Deciduous grown. We ll say anych10g, so everything is "said." The body made it up. The mind behind. Something happens s bod · . . · ome y is supposed co doccor, play10g on the wagon. Smoke aside verbs ace h ' y · H 1. . . ' 1m. eats oo than, beating her breast agam. I am that blood spate d b · h . ere ra10 w at AIMS. Do you like any of the ocher candidates? My word man. Return Puerto Rico co the Indians. Is that nugget loaded? T' · d . · my per10 s of 10fanc aporea. Like as not. Where between your h d d. . s op an your 1gest1on lies your heart? Some shit is some c'm d 'bl d . 1 es e 1 e, epend10g on your family. We have no art We'll II h ' · se anyc mg, complete with Slavonic feelings.

So I'm at the Gifc Wrap councer of the La Jolla Sears to buy a World Airways ticket and the clerk picks up the phone and says, "Water heaters." Long before the poem, I knew I was a poet. Riding up 7 to Wheeling in the car. You don't play gambling, you've got a game in your belly. Three quarters of the time most people don't show up. Turn it down. Time is the tempest. We've been through this a hundred times before. Four storey winds. All the things that will not CHANGE. And when you woke, you cried to dream again. Miserable food, all you do is prolong flight. And dying, the old draw life from a cigarette. SAP CHECK. Yourself the foe. Till husbands . Adore the son. The baby perceived the bees as eating the flowers.

And so they were. The body is the frame. The machine is connected co the mouth by a pin. By night the mind, by day the limbs. ROOF to ruinace. Acceptable audit. And then a last call from Loco Grande, the alcoholic gardener of the house: you were good co me, although it was a mirage.

We all await an idiot's judgment. You can't afford co wait. You can't afford not to wait. Penelope is the journey she had co offer. If you had any sense you would treat everything as though it were a thread. The jingoists are going to have co learn the hardest ways. Rain is the sister of decay. I despise your interminable versified troubles . I reject everything popular. Lee me hip you co the SEAMS. My bicycle put me here. That's where the English is, asking how Spanish Spain could be now. He was just about the only decent conventional poet around, as far as he could see. He knew when a man signed on co be President, behind chat dollar was the end. The artist's eternal chinos; the fuchsia in the whiffle ball; Sam Francisco; the Mom and Pop arab grocery in the Mission; the northernmost doorperson on the upper ease side. And with love you boxed, for it was the loosener of limbs. May we stop chis senseless REDNESS? My clouds are tainted but lovingly puffed, and I daresay Denver is lonesome, for her heroes. So Anthony says bye to Alexandria, and we are swiftly inside, the resurrection accomplished again.

Let me at some other date show you what it is. Your reputation rises when you die. Want to sec me make a circle with a Yin it? Take care. It is very clumsy. Don't dribble on the court like an old man. Fish TIPPLE in the deep. You get thin. I knew you as a chubby fucker, isolated from the avant garde, making your way back to pictographs. I think of Tom as a clear-cut example of himself and it doesn't confuse me. I try to come to that realization about everything. Don't get carried away in your craft. Take the elevator. You have to get into it. Some cats be walkin' on a path of jam. A gigolo on the go, demanding it in his FLYING BOA. So Sunday night is always a problem. U you have to think of doctors, inventors, and social reformers, think of Joseph Ignace Guillotin. A considerable part of his business was the resort trade. Now, I would like to know about the purple shield cash funeral plan and receive my free thermometer. The devastation will make this area a tourist attraction big as Grand Canyon. You still hang out. It is very chummy. The bathroom smells like a nursery.

How you roar in that room. How you yawn. Couple more hours and this place be just like Chicago. He breathe on something and it rurn rosl. So wear furry boots and stand in the corner of the yard. Next time we'll paint the town red. No green or they'll think

it's a landscape. We all know this to be a banquet of knowledge to begin with, protected by bulkheads. And I wanted to be an accepted fucking MASON.

The trouble with any moral ambition in a writer is that the truth is so demoralizing, one is lucky to survive telling it at all. White liquidates milk. What's a highsmith? clam dregs and vodka. My body lies over the ocean. Not to display emotion in the face of extinction is mentally unbalanced.

The wine marketeer dies red. My belly trembles like leaves, blowing into Paris. A long wandering in the orient is what one deserves in later life. The only happiness '.s to be shut up in art. The only casualty, not escaping insufferable events. The night is soft and warm, if you can live with a head up your sleeve. I want to cause you nothing but insight and pleasure. You must excuse me. I have to go and do my recd work.

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